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It is my intent and choice to walk in beauty. I want to be surrounded by a world of beauty. When I walk in my garden, it is a reminder that I choose to be in the midst of beauty, no matter where I walk. I invite all my companions to walk beside me, to walk the same path of beauty. Everyone is welcome to walk with me in my garden, the touchable garden and the metaphorical one..

The question comes up whether Buddhism is a religion. The most satisfying answer I have heard is “perhaps.” For me it is a way of living, a way of walking in the world. It is a path of awakening. It is not a path toward awakening, but a way of awaking, a way of being aware.

I walk in awareness, I walk in beauty, I walk mindfully. I act accordingly because I walk in beauty.

I realize that I am overstimulated by FaceBook and the news. In spite of my restricting my involvement with the news, I still allow too much of it to enter my body. I have normally considered overstimulation to be a problem of youth, but I see that even us older people can suffer its effects.

I want to keep my attention on how I breathe, how my feet touch the ground, and how the plants rise out of the ground. I want to be deeply aware of people I am with and whom I touch. That is enough stimulation for me.

A central notion I have learned from ancient wisdom is the question, “Are you sure?” I question everything I hear or perceive. I put an uncertainty blanket over all that I am told, especially what I hear in the context of religious thought. I may even not be “sure” of what I hear from the masters of ancient wisdom.

The only thing I trust is my own experience, especially an experience of what I do. I try to keep an open mind and heart, but I trust only what arises within me. I actually don’t have something people often speak of as faith. I put a modicum of trust in what I perceive, but even that is unsure. I trust only what arises within me, what I truly experience.

What others say can often be a guide. But I am not sure of what they say, or even what I perceive to be true. I rely on what I experience. I trust my own involvement with the universe, not what others tell me about the universe. Tell me what you will, and for that I am grateful. However, I will only rely on what comes to me through my experience.

I try to remain curious with an open mind and heart. I want to experience as much as I can. I try to remain open to new and inviting experiences. That connection I have with the universe through my own experience is what I trust.

Everything I do has consequences. Sometimes what I do has unintended consequences. But unintended consequences mean that I failed to be aware, to pay attention, to be mindful. Ignorance may be offered as an excuse, but the consequences are mine to own and be responsible for.

Even my ignorance is mine to own, especially wilful and neglectful ignorance. For the most part, there is no excuse for ignorance. My awareness is frequently clouded by fears, wants and a myriad of factors that warp my perceptions. All induced ignorance can result in unintended consequences if I do not control and step beyond my emotional entanglements.

The consequences of my actions are always mine. So is the ignorance, my ignorance I have not taken action to manage.

Many forces have shaped who I have become and how I daily experience the world. Ever since I was born, I have been shaped and molded by countless influences. My experiences continue to shape me in a constantly changing way. I carry with me, impressions from encounters with countless people, situations, ideas and awareness.

It has not been a passive experience. I have not simply yielded to all the forces shaping me. I have my own perceptions that influenced how I receive all the shaping I have received. Moreover, I have control over my perceptions. I have been willing to be shaped or I resisted being shaped. I still remain a product of a shaping that has gone on for decades and continue today.

I have been able to choose whether to be shaped. But I have constantly been shaped by outside influences.

For some time, I’ve been puzzled over why so many women embrace and support the misogyny in our culture. Why, in our elections, would so many women support candidates who are blatantly misogynistic? Why does any woman support a cultural role that is supportive of misogyny? For me, this line of thought has stumbled on a question of why men would want relationships with women based on a strong aspect of their misogyny?

Today, I think some women support misogyny because they are struggling with self-hatred. They see themselves forced into a cultural role that makes them feel subservient. This is not a pleasant place to be, and they turn their discomfort against themselves for enduring such a cultural role. They yield to all the societal messages that tell them that they are “less than” men, and they look down on themselves. Supporting misogyny is just a way of affirming the self-loathing that they feel.

Misogyny is related to a feeling of helplessness that many women feel. They feel forced into a role of helplessness, and they resent that they and others see themselves that way. They resent that they are forced into a role of powerlessness.

Misogyny among men is quite similar to that feeling of powerlessness. Many men feel less than the women around them. They see and feel the emotional power of women and they feel lacking something basically human. They feel guided and dominated by women in their lives, including their mothers. Some men resort to misogyny as a way of asserting their power over the women they feel threatened by. Misogyny is a way of putting down women they actually feel inferior to. Misogyny among men reveals their deep gender uncertainty and feeling of being inferior to women, another gender.

Besides expressing an unresolved conflict with the opposite gender, misogyny for many lays the foundation for attacks on trans-gender people. Those who are trans make the issue of gender roles front and center for many of their attackers. They remind their attackers of their own unresolved, deeply felt conflict about their gender identity. Their attackers carry an abundance of self-hatred because they are uncertain, even threatened by their confusion about issues related to their gender roles and the associated misogyny.

For me, it is helpful to see misogyny as an expression of self-hatred. Those choosing to live out a hatred of another gender or a mixed gender, suffer a confusion and powerlessness associated with their selected gender. Self-acceptance may be a suitable antidote for those embracing misogyny.

I do not want to lose touch with my anger. I want to be aware of it, and all the human reactions I feel when I see the terrible things done to people by He-who-shall-not-be-named and his cohort of Death Eaters.

I will not be consumed by my anger, even while I direct it to the actions that are so harmful to so many people. I will not be identified by my anger. I will not become an angry man, even while my anger may appear quite evident. I may express my anger at others, especially those who I see as Death Eaters. But I refuse to become identified with my anger. I can be angry and express anger at the same time that I am compassionate and kind.

But I will continue to be angry.

Every morning I am faced by the swirling chaos that has arisen in the past week. Maintaining equanimity in the midst of paying attention is a challenge. I settle into my body. I find refuge in the practice of paying attention to my total body. I try to concentrate on my awareness of my whole body as known.

Chaos is hard to ignore.

There are frequent times that I am aware that I am no longer just breathing air. These are the times that the rush of air in and out of my nostrils continues, but there is more. My chest expands and contracts, but I no longer feel the rising and falling. My awareness shifts from the fundamental sensations to a focus on my breathing as known.

I become conscious of the awareness of my breathing. My whole body lets go of sensation as I become conscious that sensation is known. I become absorbed, not in breathing, but in the awareness of my breathing.

Breathing becomes a different kind of experience. I am aware that I am breathing air, but my actual sensation of breathing fades away. I might as well be breathing water because my consciousness has shifted to an experience of something other than air. I am breathing something else.

What I am conscious of is more like an inhalation and exhalation of the fabric of the universe. I feel afloat in a vast ocean and I am breathing in that ocean and becoming part of it. The experience has shifted from the sphere of my senses to the conscious reach of my mind. My mind is at rest as it floats on an ocean of awareness and becomes aware that I am part of it.

I have been breathing air all my life, since that first moment when my lungs expanded. Now it is my mind that expands, and I breathe in the vast ocean of the sphere of everything.

I feel as though we have entered into a national Alice In Wonderland world. Especially today, I feel surrounded by a kaleidoscope of reality. The news has become a warped distortion of the real world, not the one I choose to see. Sometimes I feel thrown into a distorted realm where it has become difficult to be in touch with what is real.

Even the guardians of a stable reality are running into one another, mimicking the antics of the Three Stooges. Those who I have elected and relied on to maintain a semblance of ordered reality are rushing to life boats and bailing frantically and ineffectively.

We have descended into a rabbit hole and reality is totally distorted. I grasp for the world I am being pulled from, resisting a tumble into that rabbit hole. In the midst of this madness, I reach for my anchors of stability, my connections to reality.

My anchors are my friends and my garden. I am also anchored within, by the awareness that relies on my inner stability. When the world seems to be morphing into a whirlwind of madness, I reach inside for the oasis of equanimity I hold securely. It is a stable island, and I welcome my friends to join me there.